Kitchen Make-Over

Pam Vernon, Classic Kitchens in Leawood, KS, didn’t waste any time coming up with a plan. She eliminates the tight U space in front of the sink by pushing the dishwasher all the way back to the wall. Counter space expands when the refrigerator changes places with the range. A counter –depth side by side refrigerator gives more room to maneuver.

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Cabinets go to the ceiling and a built-in cupboard to the left of the doorway keeps  appliances close but hidden. Trays and platters stand upright in the cupboard above the refrigerator. A rectangular counter-high butcher block table multi-tasks as a work surface and a dining spot in the nook.

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A swing out shelf close to the stove makes use of the lower space in the corner. The top cabinets have glass fronts and inside lights. The microwave has a range hood and the range has an electric induction cooktop and a convection oven. All of the appliances are stainless steel.

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The sink is a double basin white porcelain model and there’s glazed white subway tile on the wall. There are under-cabinet lights, canister recessed lights, a light over the sink, a ceiling light and lights in the eating nook and in the hall. Right, there is no such thing as too much light in a kitchen.

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Wowsa. It was exactly what I had in mind. Oh, and the trash – two skinny stainless steel containers fit nicely up against the wall.

Requiem for a Kitchen

Where does the time go? It seems like only yesterday when I announced that we were undertaking a kitchen remodel. Lo and behold, the post is dated March 22, 2010. Hmmm.

Truth be known the kitchen rehab officially started July 23, 2012. Here is a refresher look at what it looked like March 22 and … July 22nd,  two years later.

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Here is the side door with a look at our recycling center sitting right in front of a door to a tiny bathroom.  Next is the view from hallway, note the useless base corner cabinet and the cramped u-shape working space in front of sink.  The jaunty wall calendar is a multi-purpose office and message board.

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This is the breakfast nook which is across from the stove. The marble top table is useful for rolling out pie crusts which I have never done. The un-matched chairs not only take up far more than their fair share of space, surprisingly they are not even comfortable.  The refrigerator sits companionably close to the stove without so much as an inch of counter space between.  The top cabinets are a little more than a foot above the counter leaving barely enough room for the coffee maker.Kitchen Before 006

Pivot at the refrigerator/stove combo for a look back down the hall and into the living room. The baker’s rack cost $22.95 from a gigantic furniture store probably 40 years ago. Here it masquerades as a cooking station and storage center.

Here are the ground rules. Keep the original footprint of the kitchen.  Let the brick chimney and laundry chute behind the stove stay put. Preserve the mid-century look and feel. Counter space, storage and work flow are important.

Oh, and let’s do something about that trash center.

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Doncha think the south is a strange place in the winter? Like now when it’s blowing, raining and really warm?”

“Not really.”

“Well, I do. I can just see the puddles digging into the roads and snakes and frogs slithering and hopping to get to the parties.”

Whaaat?”

“Sure enough. And the wind is whipping up the palm trees and making sure the sea gulls either huddle or line up shoulder to shoulder to brace themselves from being moved.”

Ohhhh,  alright! — I’ll go.”

“Great — get bread, cereal and a bottle of wine.”

Show and Tell

One of the reasons we are on the road is to pick up a van that has been converted from a empty shell to a mobile dwelling. It’s tall, long and thin –and turned out better than we expected. Check it out.

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Here was our first look at the finished product, standing at back looking in, we were dazzled with it. Wrap around windows bring the outside in; the 24’ body goes on forever.

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At the first rest-stop, we park on the truck side and eat ham sandwiches and potato chips while looking out on a unplowed field next to an asphalt parking lot.

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We keep checking out the features, admiring the finishes and marveling that it is ours.

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Here is one of two pull out pantries, and the cupboard that opens on both sides and stores a super duper ice chest that will keep big bottles of wine chilled.

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Right now, life is particularly good.

In hospitable

On my own, I wouldn’t have stopped; it was a run-down, over-used gas station built say, forty years ago. The smeared windows of the office cum convenience store were plastered with crude posters of past events, beer and cigarette specials.

At arm’s height on the door, a sign said, Restrooms for customers only. Right below it, If you’re not a customer, Sorry! Since I fell into the customer category,  I walked straight to where I believed the restroom would be and found a single door with a unisex symbol.

The room was a grimy rectangle with painted concrete block walls and a spattered concrete floor. Trash spilled on the floor in the corner and a film of dirt covered the top of the sink and the toilet. Stuck on the wall opposite the mirror was a sign, No eating, drinking or smoking in here.

Doncha just love the chutzpah behind putting up a sign that warns event planners to choose another place.

Buzz Kill

It wasn’t until Maggie was a very old woman that she finally admitted that she had no idea of what really happened.

She had met Lance during her first semester at Texas Woman’s University in Denton in a cowboy bar across the street from her dormitory. He was an apprentice to the founder of a horseshoeing school in Ardmore. Their first real date was at McGee Creek Reservoir where they had torn into fried chicken and potato salad and laughed their heads off.

Lance’s family was prominent in Love County, Oklahoma. His mother, Mona, was at the top of society’s heap, a gracious hostess, high-octane volunteer and philanthropist. In fact, when the plans to create a lake in the valley were finally done, it was called Lake Mona McCoy.

The twins always called their grandmother, Big Mac and the lake was Lake Macarooni. Maggie smiled to remember it.

Those were the days, she thought as she drove home through the deepening twilight, the western sky glowing a rosy tangerine as the sun sank and lit up drifts of pink cotton candy clouds–

“Hey, how about stopping at the rest stop coming up?”

“Oh, Ok. So do you wanna drive now?”

“Yeah. I’ll take it on in from here. Nice sky, isn’t it?”

“It really is something, kinda rosy tangerine, would you say?”

“No, not really. It’s about the color of the tile in the bathroom, whatever that is.”

Tonight

After months, I bite the bullet and buy something that promises to turn my laptop into a tv because we are buying a travel van and need something.  I go to Best Buy, ask for help finding what I’m looking for — and come home with a box the size of a cake mix.

I’m superficially confident but underneath know that I haven’t a real clue about what I am doing. I prop up the box on the dining room table and read the directions.  I carefully lay out all of the components in a line.

I plug in the tv stick and connect the antenna. I insert a CD and follow the next prompts to load. After a couple of self-explanatory clicks, I end up with a TV screen, a channel guide and a help button.

All the while, Sig is watching Pittsburgh versus Denver.

I find the same channel. I can see it over the back of his chair as I look into the living room. Wait a minute, wait a minute — mine’s in high-definition!  The football players pop out from the background like shadow cutouts. They cart-wheel, careen, bump and bounce and their uniforms really catch the light.

Cool.

I think I’m gonna love being a geek.

When the 2nd is the New 1st

Sunday holidays do a number on me. I was all ready to shape up, do right and think about doing good, yesterdaaay, the first day of the new year. Then I discover the Rose Bowl Parade isn’t even on until today. Talk about throwing a dog a bone. On Sunday, I spend the bulk of the day at a movie and the rest in bed.

Today there is no garbage collection, no US mail service, no in-house banking. Today we have we have lots of football on all day. It’s a sign. Today really is the start of 20/12.

I am dressed before 9:00. I use my exfoliator, electric toothbrush and Mario Badescu  moisturizer. I clean off the top of my desk, eat granola with skim milk, do laundry, eat tuna for lunch, put away the Christmas stuff, fold laundry, talk to a friend about going to Texas for the winter, find a recipe for skin-less, boneless chicken breasts, rearrange the mantel, and go to the store.

It crept up on me, this phony first day of the new year. But I have it covered. It is gonna be great.